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[nikkinor]

New McGee story. And for people who are waiting for the next chapter of Happy Christmas, I'm working very hard on it, will have the next chapter posted soon.


Title: The Benton Case
Rating: K+
Summary: “The thing that still bothers him is that he never caught the dirt bag, he’s still out there somewhere, maybe killing another helpless little girl.”
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Children
Word Count: 543

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Her hair is long and dark brown. Her eyes are green and are open wider that he thought possible. Her right hand is clutching a soft purple teddy bear; the only thing the beast that killed her would give her for her pain. Her left hand is pressed limply against her stomach, pointlessly trying to stop the bleeding that stopped hours ago. Her face is covered in dried tears, the only way she could show the terrible pain she had been put through. She is tied down at her ankles and her chest, thick leather straps that had created bloody scars where she had fought against them. Her face looked so distressed, he didn’t think he’d ever get the image of the little girls dead body out of his mind.

Gibbs had told him the only way to stop seeing her in his sleep was to catch the dirt bag who did it and to watch him rot in jail. He had tried his best for two weeks strait to find a sick and twisted murderer that he hated more than the nightmares that appeared every night with her dead corpse pleading for his help.

Her name was Lesley and she was only seven years old when she was murdered. He couldn’t look at the crime scene photos wither in them without thinking of his own little sister. He wouldn’t go down to the morgue until the funeral home had taken her away, he was to scared that he’d picture his sister on a cold metal slab in Lesley’s place and throw up on Ducky’s floor.

Tony told him to go to a bar he knows and get so drunk he couldn’t remember how old he was, let alone the murder of a small girl. He had declined the drunken memory loss method. He later heard from Abby that Tony had went out alone that night and gotten so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name just so he could forget the murder of Lesley Benton. He almost wished that he had gone with him, just to keep his company while they tried not to remember in their own ways.

The thing that still bothers him is that he never caught the dirt bag, he’s still out there somewhere, maybe killing another helpless little girl.

He works the cold case when they have down time at NCIS. He won’t let it go, he won’t let that little girl down. He’ll get into the case real deep sometimes and almost finds something that could break it, but right when he gets close he finds a flaw in his thoughts and never does find that ‘something’.

He’ll still work on it every now and then; he does plan on giving up till her finds her killer. H will find him someday, he’s sure of that. It might take him a lifetime to do it, but he’s not going to let her down. The next time he works that case, he doesn’t want to see her face begging for help in his dreams when he’s done.

It was his first case involving a child, and Tim took it harder than more Agents. But he’s determined to find a murderer, and Tim knows he can do it.

[nikkinor]

Title: Happy Christmas

Chapter Title: Properly Introduced

Rating: K+

Summary: “I smiled back, that was the Tony I had gotten to know last night, the one I thought of as my father, not the quiet one that seemed to love uncomfortable silence.”

Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.

A/N: Happy Christmas is back! I didn’t forget about this story, I just needed a good bit of motivation. I can't promise I'll be able to update every week, but I'm going to try the best I can. A big THANK YOU to Hellfire for helping me out! This has not been betaed, so all mistakes are mine.

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“I don’t think we were ever properly introduced,” the younger of the agents stated as he put out hand towards me, “Timothy McGee.”

I took his hand and smiled pleasantly, “April DiNozzo.”

“Oh,” his eyes opened a bit more and looked around me for a second to see Tony glaring at him, “Um, family of Tony?”

“My daughter, Probie.” The way he said ‘Probie’ seemed to scare Tim, and he backed up to the wall of the elevator in retreat.

Only a few moments later the two shining metal doors swooshed open, a double ding echoing through the parking garage we were now in.

“DiNozzo!” called Gibbs as he walked out in front of everyone else.

“Yeah, Boss?” Tony walked out of the elevator behind and quickly followed.

“The girl can’t go past yellow tape.” He simply stated as we walked.

“I know, Boss. I was going to…” Tony was cut off as Gibbs looked back at me.

“You ok with staying in the car, it could take us a while?”

“That’s ok,” I answered hesitantly, I wasn’t about to say something that upset him even more.

“Good, lets not have any accidents involving coffee this time.”

I look over to Tony and he only shrugs his shoulders, just as stunned as I was.

“Shot gun!” Kate, if I remember her name right, called as she jogged past Tony and me to the dark blue Stratus, with Gibbs already getting into the drivers seat.

“I hate it when she does that.” Tony mumbled under his breath as we made it to the car. He then moved in front of me and opened the back car door for me and then smiled as he motioned with his hand for me to get into the car, “Ladies first.”

I smiled back, that was the Tony I had gotten to know last night, the one I thought of as my father, not the quiet one that seemed to love uncomfortable silence.

I slid into the car, moving all the way to the opposite side of the car. Tony quickly slid in after me; even though it seemed like he didn’t want me to see him, I saw Tony glare at Tim as he blocked him from getting into the car next.

Kevin had never been protect of me, so I had never really known how it felt to be sheltered like only a father could do. It felt nice to know he was looking after me, even though I hated it that it happened to be taken out on Tim, but I still liked being cared for and maybe even loved for the first time by my father.

[nikkinor]

Title: Happy Christmas

Chapter Title: Meeting Ducky.

Rating: K+

Summary: “‘Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.’”

Disclaimer: All that stuff in the first chapter.

A/N: This chapter fits with NCIS Special Ops fanfiction challenge 14 (just incase you wanted to know). This is the last chapter for a while. I’ll be going for a nice long vacation with family for Christmas, so there will be no new chapters till next year (that sounds so long). Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year!

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The car swerved dangerously near the edge of the cliff.

This was my punishment, I just know it. I spilt his coffee and now he's going to kill me, me and everyone else in the car. I don't think I've ever thought about how easy it would be to die, all you need is Gibbs driving and a thin little mountain road, and I had them both. I'm looking ahead and just wondering which cliff we're going to drive off of. He makes another quick turn and I hold on to the bottom of the seat for my life.

"Hey boss, don't you think it would be a good idea to slow down a little, the roads up here in the mountains are little thinner and the snow is pretty bad." Tony told Gibbs as he drove down the road.

"Don't tell me how to drive DiNozzo, what do you think I'll drive off the cliff?" Gibbs asked as he made another sharp turn.

"Boss," came a hesitant voice from the other side of Tony in the back seat, "Are you sure you don't want one of us to drive?" Tim looked terrified as Gibbs once again made a hey-lets-go-off-the-edge-of-the-cliff turn.

"Wow, now that was a little to close." I said as I made sure my seatbelt was firmly buckled.

"You know Gibbs," said Kate from the front seat, "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for one of us to drive."

He didn't say anything, just took his new cup of coffee and took a big sip. He wasn't looking at the road, and there was a dangerously tight turn not to far away.

This was it, the cliff that I'm going to die on. Kate had a death grip on the door, and Tim had an equally tight grip on the handle above his head beside the door. As for me and Tony, I had my nails permanently sunk into the bottom of the back seat and Tony was checking his seatbelt like I had a few moments before.

The car jerked quickly to the left

We’re all still alive, I'm not missing any limbs, and the car is still on the road. I felt like screaming out ‘Halleluiah!’ but decided against it knowing it wouldn’t be the best thing to do since Gibbs was still driving on a thin snowy little mountain road.

Plus I realized my worries were far from gone as Gibbs increased the speed of the car and made turn just as tight as the one before. Right now I was content with holding on to the seat for dear life and praying.

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“We found her this morning, Sir. Once we saw her ID and found out she was Navy we called you guys.” A police officer informed Gibbs as Tony and Kate followed him into the house, me following closely behind.

"April?"

"Yeah Tony?"

"You can't come in, you gonna have to wait in the car, it shouldn't take us to long."

"Ok," I reply simply.

I start to walk back to the car, looking at the big houses around the area. It was it’s own little town up in the mountains, a little community all on its own in the Appalachins.

"Can I assist you in any way ma'am?" the question came from behind me, in a thick British accent.

"No," I answer as I turn around.

"You seem to be a little young to be a police officer," He says playfully as he walks up to me.

"Family of one of the NCIS agents."

"Oh, many I ask who?"

"Tony, Tony DiNozzo," I answer, finding that his jacket said 'NCIS Medical Examiner'.

"I wasn't aware that Anthony had a daughter,” he said as he started to walk away.

"How did you know I was his daughter?" I ask in amazement that he knew how I was related to Tony.

"Tony doesn't have to many women in his family your age, no sisters, no nieces, and I've met his cousin before. Why, the author Conan Doyle states it best through his character Sherlock Holmes, ‘Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.’"

I laugh lightly at his knowledge of the Sherlock Holmes books. He was so sweet and polite that I couldn’t help but smile as he left his previous path and walked over to me.

“Dr. Donald Mallard, you can call me Ducky,” he put out his hand and I shook it.

“Duck! You comin’?” I heard agent Gibbs voice yell from the door of the house.

“Farewell my dear April, I shall look forward to talking with you again in the future.”

“Good bye doctor Mallard…Um…I mean Ducky.”

Ducky was very sweet, and the nicest member of Tony’s that I had met. I walked the short distance back to the car and sat down in the back seat. I could already tell it was going to be a very long day. A nice day, maybe, but long nonetheless.

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"I'm tired," I say as I try to stifle my fifth yawn in the last two minutes, but fail badly as my lunges force the air down through my mouth. I really didn't mean to complain, but it was eleven o'clock and it had been a very lengthy day.

It had been all work talk as we drove back to the NCIS building, blood tests this and murder suspects that, names and rankings, weapons and guns. It was like they were speaking another language to me, big words I wouldn’t even try to remember let alone say, spell, or use in a sentence. It was digging up information on the victim after that, updates on blood samples, and going over crime scene statements.

“The husband had every chance to kill her,” Kate said from her desk across from Tony’s, “He had a way to get in and out of the house without signs of braking in, a knife from their own kitchen is the murder weapon, and we’ve yet to find out where he is.”

“But where’s the motive, Kate? Why would he kill his wife when they were happy, rich, and from what we can tell not cheating on each other? He had no reason to do it.”

It had been going on like this for the whole day, Tony and Kate fighting over who was right and who was wrong.

“So he didn’t do because he wanted money! There are so many reasons a guy would kill his wife, he’s bound to have at least one.”

“There’s no strong evidence that tells us he did, Kate!”

Kate sighed and ran her hand over her forehead, “But that doesn’t mean there’s something we just haven’t found yet.”

“Would you two stop it!” Everyone in the room looked up to Gibbs as he yelled at Tony and Kate. “I don’t care who murdered the Lieutenant, all I want to do is catch him.” Gibbs then took a long sip of the coffee he had gotten a while ago. “Everybody go home, and come back prepared for the day,” he got up out of his chair and started to walk to the elevator. “The last thing I need tomorrow is a aggravated teenager, a ticked dad cause his daughters mad, and Agents that can’t conduct themselves as adults.” He looked back at Tim right before he entered the elevator, “And be on time.”

The second the doors shut Abby’s cheery voice came bouncing through the almost empty room.

“His knee’s bothering him.”

“Hopefully it passes soon,” Kate said as she pulled her purse out from under her desk, “Or we’ll all be fired by the end of the week.”

“What do you have, Abby?” Tim asked, I assumed he was talking about the papers in her hand.

“Oh, of course, I have the blood test results!”

[rach]

wow! nice fic! update soon!